#hestiajones

[purkissmyass]

when: 27 march 1980 where: the three broomsticks who: @hestiajones​ 

“All I’m saying is I really think la chupacabra is an alien. Have you ever heard any of the descriptions of it? Or seen what it looks like? It’s classic alien.”

[to-readanm]

The Life They Deserved to Live

I am currently writing a fanfic called The Life They Deserved to Live (tltdl). In this fanfic, Tonks is at school with the Marauders! Wildly AU, I know. The story is on ao3 and HPFF. The first few chapters are set during their first and second years, just the key events. We then go into their fifth year, and I hope that I will continue to write for as long as I have envisioned. (a long way). I would deeply appreciate it if you would check it out! Thank you so much! https://archiveofourown.org/works/30444117/chapters/75065142

[alex-moody-church]

Calling Coaches

Alex was sipping on coffee, going through the various sketches he’d done for flyers and finding flaws in each of them. This idea was possibly a bit mad, but most of Alex’s time was taken up by mad schemes of some sort of another. The bakery kept him busy, sure, as did worrying about his husband and coordinating desperately so he and Alastor could have a day off together every once and a while, but the truth was that unless Alex was spreading himself thin, he was bored. 

He and Hestia Hones had met coaching Little League quidditch a bit outside the city, and with the ban on mass gatherings in place her job was put on hold, meaning she had more time than ever on her hands. It was she that he was conducting this hairbrained scheme of putting toddlers on brooms with, and he’d already grabbed a little corner table at the coffee shop in anticipation of her arrival. 

@hestiasjxnes

[aliceprewett-blog1]

Hen Party | Drabble

July 15, 1979

Alice Prewett had fully anticipated spending her final full weekend as a Prewett doing nothing but finishing details for the wedding, but her friends clearly had other intentions for her. Though she’d considered staying the weekend at Frank’s, and what would soon be her flat, Hestia had lured her in with wine and cookies and one last weekend being together. And really, considering how she was so abruptly leaving her best friend to take over their home on her own, how could Alice refuse her anything? 

Friday night had gone so lovely, night curled up in their living room, going over old memories, getting lightly buzzed, and munching on snacks until, curled up together on the floor, they fell asleep. 

Waking up, Alice had anticipated a day of packing and cleaning perhaps. Instead, Hestia and herself made a spot of breakfast, and her dearest friend ushered her out for an errand of sorts. 

The errand, it turned out, was a day at the spa. Giggling, Alice agreed to as much, though she pointed out that such a trip would be best for next Saturday. After a full body deep tissue massage, Alice made her way out to the area where she was meant to meet Hestia for pedicure and manicures, only to find the room filled with every one of her bridesmaids waiting for her. 

Many a hug and hellos later, all seven girls found themselves being made over, sharing stories and laughs until all of their nails were in perfect shape once more, and everyone received a refreshing facial and shoulder massages. 

Next, the women lead Alice to the beach, where they’d prepared a raft to float out into water, stocked with a lovely picnic basket filled with Amelia’s grans infamous pasta, wine, and fruit for lunch. The seven sailed out far enough into Tinworths beautiful waters to evade all those swimming and enjoying the day in order to sunbathe, and for Alice to finally tell the story she’d been itching to tell the girls. 

She’d begun from the start as they all sipped on wine, telling them of how she’d always had a sort of admiration for Frank that somewhere along the way had turned into something she hadn’t even recognized as being a crush. That it wasn’t until she entered the Auror Academy and saw Frank regularly that she realized there was something more there. 

That before they began working together, she knew they would be together one day, how it developed as they worked together. Growing day by day, like the most beautiful of flowers, slowly blooming into the most beautiful of the bush. How by Christmas, she knew she would love him until her dying day. 

Then, how they’d been mid-fight about something involving work when he, very abruptly, asked her to marry him. How she was so incredibly furious with him, and at that moment, near heartbroken in having to tell him no. 

Quickly, she moved forwards, onto the happier things of them promising one another July, and him speaking to her father, and then proposing once more while on a small vacation, and after destroying her in Gin Rummy, as per usual. 

Lunch came and went swiftly as her friends all grilled her with questions, digging for more information. By the time they decided to sail back to shore, Alice was positive she’d told them everything about her relationship minus one, very important story. The time she nearly died. For Alice, that particular one would remain in the vault, to protect her friends, and herself. 

By the time they reached shore, a familiar face greeted them, Marlene McKinnon. At first, Alice was rather worried she may make some sort of comment, particularly with the way she looked her over at first. But fortunately for her, Marlene seemed to have other things in mind for the day, and soon enough Alice found her clothing being changed and everyone was guided off to the next adventure.

Roller Derby. 

The adventure that followed was both painful and full of laughter once all of the women allowed themselves to relax and have fun with it. Many a bruises were earned, a little blood shed here and there, and Alice couldn’t remember feeling more alive nor more excited to live. The rush could rival that of dueling, something Alice thought to be impossible. 

Marlene made Alice promise to come do it again, in her normal joking sort of manner, but Alice had every intention to do just that. Not only to bond with Marlene more, but to indulge in the strange high the sport gave her. 

As the now group of eight left, Alice was rather looking forward to going home and crashing for the night -- but the girls had other ideas. Before she could attempt to invite them to spend the night at her and Hestia’s home for the night, they were dragging her off (after making her change into a rather flashy, non-Alice type of dress) to the Groovy Ghoul. A place she hadn’t been since Robert’s birthday, which she only briefly made an appearance at. 

What was to follow was what one would imagine of a hen party. More alcohol than Alice had consumed in her entire life, enough dancing to make her feet ache for days, a tiara marking her as the bride to be that Alice would hold onto in a secret spot to remember the day forever, and men who danced a little too provocatively and with a little too little in the way of clothing a little too closely to a very drunk Alice who could only giggle until she could no longer breathe many a time. 

The next morning, she would wake to a body that felt close to death, but for that night, Alice felt as though she were on top of the world, even if her heart ached for Frank to be with her. It filled her with so much love and light to know that even if Frank would become her husband, that she would always have so many people by her side to love and care for through the good times and bad. 

[acidgreenqueen]

Hestia stamped her foot.

"I don't CARE what paper you're writing for! I don't give a DAMN! That is my friend, she has just gone through a terrible ordeal, and she needs rest. You will stop harassing her NOW!"

Rita stared, both penciled eyebrows raised, down at the other witch, completely surprised - she had Hestia pegged as the patient, slow-to-anger sort.

After a short, frozen pause, Rita smiled brightly:

"How about just a quick photoshoot, then?"

"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT! Avis! Oppugno!"

Rita yelped and backed away rapidly as a flock of nightingales burst out of Hestia's wand and began attacking her like an aggressive swarm of oversized bees... for a moment, quite forgetting her wand, Rita swiped at the furious, jabbering birds with her hands.

"Geroff me! Geroff me! Ah! Finite! Finite! EVANESCO!"

Brandishing her wand like she was trying to hail a helicopter, Rita finally cast a spell that vanished some of the birds - then her heels were in the air as she fell over backwards - she had backed so far out of the room they'd been in that she'd tripped over a potted plant in the hall outside and knocked into the bookcase behind it.

A cascade of heavy tombs fell on top of the reporter; then the bookcase itself, as if in slow motion, followed. There was a loud thump, a squawk and then silence.

Hestia, eyes wide, slowly uncovered her mouth.

"Oh no!"

[itahq]

FC: DERYA PINAR AK || 18 || PUREBLOOD || THE ORDER

Occupation: Healer in training

Former Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Aesthetics:  black and white photos, rosy cheeks, the smell of old books, sunlight coming in, always offering a helping hand, voice as sweet as honey.

Post-Hogwarts Bio: 

It could be said that, even before finishing her studies at Hogwarts, Hestia Jones already felt completely lost. The school had been her true home: the place where she built lifelong friendships and found refuge from an extremely troubled family.

After much reflection, she decided to pursue a career as a healer. With attacks becoming more frequent and war looming on the horizon, Hestia chose to turn her gift and passion for healing into a way to do good and help shape a better future.

She now lives alone in an apartment purchased by her mother—the same mother who had ignored her since the age of ten. Living alone, however, awakens old anxieties that have always haunted her: the fear of loneliness.

Hestia has never liked spending too much time by herself. The lack of daily interaction with friends, so present during her years at Hogwarts, often leaves her feeling anxious—and at times even depressed.

played by: taylor

[smokescreenabberley]

when: 10 october 1980 where: the three broomsticks who: @hestiajones​

“You ever wonder how they determine the size of glass to serve based on the drink?” said Nash as he stared through his lowball glass at the dragon’s fire cocktail he had ordered. “Who decided martinis should have their own glass and margaritas another?” 

[longbottom-alice]

Closed for @hextias

Alice sighed as she flipped between paperwork. Although she hadn't been officially put on the case, Alice had been spending her lunch breaks pouring over the notes of Benjy's attack. She understood why she hadn't be put up as the main Auror, she was too close it, there would be too many emotions complicating things, but that didn't mean she couldn't still keep with the updated and help wherever she could. It was about the only thing she could do for Benjy right. Alice was concerned they hadn't tracked down a suspect yet, it probably meant that whatever vampire had done this was unregistered. If that was true, then they may never find that. Alice didn't even want to think about that, one of her closest friends was fighting for his life in hospital, there had to be justice for that. Alice looked up as she heard footsteps, smiling as Hestia walked in and passed her a cup of tea. "Did I really look that stressed out" Alice joked. "Thank you" she added.